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The border scenery in autumn is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia. Sad voices from all directions sounded with the horn. In the mountains, the long smoke goes straight into the sunset, and the isolated city is closed.
Drinking a cup of old wine and missing my hometown thousands of miles away, Ran Yan has not carved Pinghu Gong, and his return is unpredictable. The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere. The recruiter can't sleep, the general's hair is gray, and the soldiers are crying.
The pride of Qiu Si fishermen
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The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.